I’m not talking about reciting the Stations of the Cross on your knees or praying the rosary in the back of church with the over-80 crowd on their way to an early bird special. I mean the process of “waking up to God” that Benedictine Brother David Steindl-Rost writes about, or that Barbara Brown Taylor describes in her book, “An Altar in the World”:

When I look up from feeding the outside dogs to see the full moon coming up through the bare trees like the wide iris of God’s own eye–when I feel the beam of it enter my busy heart straight through the zipper of my fleece jacket and fill me full of light–I am in prayer.